Grumpy Monday Morning <br />I sit by the bed can´t make up my mind lie down or get up. <br />I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it out <br />first thing and when it came back it checked every room. <br />My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level, <br /> in the old days when I held parties friends, full of wine, used <br />to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address. <br />Don´t know what happened to my friends some joined AA and <br />sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply got <br />decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old country. <br />What to do today, I can read a book, I don´t read much now get <br /> annoyed with writers, who fill pages after pages with verbosity, <br />I have to skip pages of excellence to get back to the plot. <br />It is early and I to see a mechanic today about my car, but he is <br />always late, think I will sleep a bit longer, say, to ten?<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grumpy-morning/
